"Foolish Pride"
by Beryll
Silence hung over the clearing like a palpable force of evil. A silence so profound after the turmoil and noise of battle that it seemed to choke all movement, to still the two figures on the ground under one of the trees.
The elf entering the clearing had stopped in mid-movement like an insect caught in the web of a spider. A shudder of nameless dread ran down Legloas spine, when he looked at the two humans, so close to each other, radiating an aura of pain and sorrow.
This was wrong. So horribly wrong.
None should have died. Aragorn because he was so needed, Boromir because Legolas loved him with all his immortal pride.
And his pride had made him pray. Pray to the Valar that he would find the prince of Gondor alive. Pray in foolish selfishness.
Now Aragorn lay dying and the anguish in Boromir's eyes told Legolas that there had never been a place for the elf in the human's heart.
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